Chapter 563

A moment later, Helen changed into the dress. Her slightly damp hair framed her clear, bright eyes, and under the soft lighting, her skin glowed with a radiant, porcelain-like quality. The delicate, fitted fabric accentuated her enticing curves. Feeling uneasy, she stood barefoot on the floor, noticing Julien's deepening gaze. A shiver ran down her spine, and she nearly lost her balance. Without saying a word, Julien walked over, scooped her up, and placed her on the bed. Leaning over her, he gently pushed her dark hair aside and asked, "First time wearing it for me?" "I wore it for my mom first. You're the second." "Then, I'm the first man to see you in an evening gown?" "Yes." She clutched the bedsheet nervously. "Why?" "I feel like tearing it apart," Julien murmured, his low, hoarse voice heavy with emotion. His piercing gaze rested on her, and he articulated every word deliberately. Outside, a storm raged. Rain poured and the wind howled, matching the tempest within the room.